Chapter 22: Cherishing the Youngest Disciple

“Alright, let’s wait until you bring it tomorrow, then we’ll see what it is!” Fang Wenxuan said, and continued eating his spicy hotpot.

Once the two finished their meal, they started working.

Fang Wenxuan looked at Su Qixing’s profile on the computer. The information showed that Su Qixing was a local, born into a single-parent family. He had never met his father, and his mother left home with another man when he was fourteen. From then on, Su Qixing worked part-time and studied on his own. Fortunately, his academic performance was consistently good, and the school, considering his situation, usually waived his tuition fees.

He then read the profile of Su Qixing’s wife. Three years ago, Su Qixing met his wife Shen Fei, and after their marriage, their relationship remained strong.

This was a fiery clash, a volcanic collision, and Yang Ping seemed to think the spectacle wasn’t lively enough. At that moment, he did something that others found utterly baffling.

The palace attendant presenting the tribute was clearly at a loss for words. He glanced around, found no savior, and could only watch helplessly as the envoy picked up the bamboo tube and examined it.

As George had predicted, when Ferguson learned from Mullens that Manchester United had lost the round and been overtaken by Tottenham, dropping to fourth place in the league, he realized he had just embarrassed himself in front of his apprentice. The legendary manager exploded with rage, once again unleashing a torrent of criticism upon the Manchester United players in the locker room.

Besides, even if Tottenham returned kindness for grievance and helped Arsenal this time, if Tottenham’s defeat cost them the hard-earned second place in the standings, who would pity Tottenham for losing their direct qualification to the Champions League?

Pei Qitang’s eyes shone. “I’ve thought about it,” he said, stepping closer until he was only half a step from Lang Hua, lowering his head slightly and gazing at her with relaxed brows and gentle eyes.

After sitting for so long in such hot weather, a bowl of iced mung bean soup was the most refreshing and thirst-quenching thing. Xu Yanting felt much better after one bowl, asked Liu Hailan for the location of the restroom, and went to wash her face.

Although the quote from Brilliant Decoration Company was forty thousand higher than that of Shichuan Decoration Company, no one present objected. The name Liu Boyan alone was worth far more than that.

“Didn’t you have fun last night? Regretting it now?” Li Yunyao pinched her nose.

With the domain’s boost, these Pokémon’s powers were not just slightly enhanced; each one could challenge those above their rank directly. Pokémon of the same level were simply no match, and the domain’s power allowed them to crush the opposition, knocking down many Pokémon in one fell swoop.

“Bah! Are you saying you wouldn’t ruin it in your hands?” Zhang Qingping, embarrassed by his failed attempt to show off his apprentice, erupted at these words.

Qing Lingying smiled as she raised her hand, moving closer to Si Jingxuan’s face. Click—a photo slid out from the machine.

When the group saw this scene and realized the drone could fly, they immediately understood how it could scout enemy positions.

The villagers who had been watching were preparing to disperse; the wild boar they hunted belonged to Su Lao’er’s family, and all they could do was envy.

To build something truly professional, they’d need to hire the best Tang dynasty historians and carpenters to construct an authentic building.

The last photo was taken before Johnson returned home, a keepsake shot with everyone in front of the Huaxia Traditional Medicine Hospital.

Su Jingyun ignored the family members trying to pull him back and pushed the food in his bowl to Bao Ya, asking casually.

Under the caring gaze of Lotus, like a mother, Qing Lingying’s face flushed red. To her surprise, Si Jingxuan bent down slightly and lifted her up in his arms.

The security door creaked open. This was Jiang Li’s second time so close to this door—the previous time was the last time.

Later, the enemy targeted the clients, but Chester and his team protected them. Despite the enemy’s overwhelming firepower and the odds against them, Chester, Matt, and Diphony died in battle, while Milton and Martha Webb were severely injured and lost consciousness on the spot.